The car stopped in front of an abandoned factory. On the wall outside the factory, a huge fluorescent werewolf was roaring at the sky.
Colorful graffiti writes the name of the place.
"Howling Werewolf".
As soon as you enter the factory, you can feel the roar of music from the ground beneath your feet.
Walking all the way to the end, they saw the entrance to Howlin' Werewolf, a simple elevator surrounded by iron mesh.
Several gang members with wolf head tattoos were standing guard outside the stairs. Seeing that they looked unfamiliar, they asked: "First time here?"
"Um."
“Large weapons are not allowed in the store, facilities are not allowed to be destroyed, and performances are not allowed to be disturbed.”
"clear."
The two entered the elevator, and as the elevator descended, the music became louder and louder.
While they could still hear each other clearly, Mo Fan asked:
"Do you know who the guy who killed your former escort was?"
Porter responded loudly: "I don't know, but I heard from people who were traveling with Leka that day that he was a young man who used a silver revolver and drew the gun so fast that Leka was shot in the head before he even pulled out the gun. .”
Young man, silver revolver, quick to draw.
Mo Fan's expression became strange, it couldn't be such a coincidence.
The elevator stopped at the third underground floor. You walked out of the elevator, walked through a corridor, and entered the brightly lit hall.
A stage was set up in front of the hall, and a band composed of several young people aged 17 or 18 was performing on it.
It could be seen that they were very nervous. The lead singer's voice was dry and out of tune at one point, and the musicians also made frequent mistakes.
But most of the people who come here come here to enjoy the atmosphere. As long as the taste is right, they are very tolerant of the performers' technical mistakes.
Facing such a young and immature stage, he was still able to cheer and sway his body on the dance floor.
At the edge of the dance floor is a long industrial-style bar. The bar and wine cabinet are entirely made of metal, with a rough style and sharp edges.
On the side of the bar, Mo Fan saw a familiar figure.
Sleeveless fluorescent jacket, colorful goggles, such a dazzling appearance is unique in Yefeng Town.
It was the rich brother who was burning electronic coins in the square before.
The seats around the bar were full, but there was an empty seat on either side of him, making him, who was already eye-catching, even more conspicuous.
Mo Fan waved to Potter and led him towards the bar.
He sat down next to the young man with goggles and asked, "Is there anyone here?"
The bartender probably didn't want to cause trouble, so he gave Mo Fan a semi-warning look:
"There's someone here, please change seats."
The young man with goggles raised his head, a look of surprise on his face.
"Is that you? There's no one around. Sit down."
"Yefeng Town is so big. If you don't leave, you will always encounter it."
Mo Fan sat on the left side of the goggles young man. He remembered that the goggles young man was left-handed and had to use his left hand to draw the gun.
After sitting firmly, he motioned for Potter to sit down as well.
The young man with goggles snapped his fingers and said, "Two glasses of wind kiss."
When the bartender brought the drinks, he pushed one glass in front of Mo Fan, picked up the other glass, and touched it with Mo Fan.
"I owe you."
Mo Fan smiled, took the wine and drank it.
Potter was sitting on the side stupidly. Seeing that neither of them paid any attention to him, he could only ask the bartender to order a cup of the same drink. Before drinking, he flicked the rim of the cup with his hand.
"Isn't it just clinking glasses? It's not like you can't do it alone."
The two people nearby didn't notice Potter's thoughts. Mo Fan drank the wine in one gulp and introduced himself:
"First time, second time acquaintance, we should be considered acquaintances now. Mo Fan, a new mercenary, is currently acting as his bodyguard."
The young man with goggles drank the wine, "My friends call me Sparkle."
"No more?" Mo Fan asked.
"No more." Sparks confirmed.
"Brother Sparks, are you from the city?"
"You can say that."
Mo Fan ordered two more drinks from the bartender, pointed at Potter and said, "Put it on his account."
Then he turned his head and continued to ask: "For a small place like Yefeng Town, you are a rare visitor."
Huo Huo looked at the stage in the distance and said, "I'm revisiting my old place and saying hello to my old friends."
"I don't like beating around the bush. If you want to ask something, just say it directly."
Mo Fan showed his signature shy smile, "I asked, won't you be angry?"
"Then you have to ask first to find out."
Mo Fan raised his head and nodded Potter with his chin.
"He is my employer. A week ago, his escort was raped by you in the bar. Did you do it on purpose or accidentally?"
Porter had a sip of wine in his mouth and was about to swallow it, when he heard these words, he spit it out instantly.
Ignoring the bartender who was sprayed all over and whose eyes were full of murderous intent, he turned his head stiffly like a stop-motion animation and looked at Sparks next to him.
Is this the mysterious man who shot Leka in the head, and maybe his head too?
Why didn't the elder brother tell him such an exciting thing before sitting down?
They are so familiar with each other, so they can't be in the same group.
Potter suddenly became restless and began to brainstorm in his head, simulating various possibilities.
It's just that no one cares about all this, and no one wants to explain it to him.
When Sparks heard Mo Fan's question, he was confused for a moment and responded: "A week ago, can you be more specific?"
"Potter, Potter, wake up, what does your ex look like?"
Porter's thoughts were interrupted by Mo Fan, and his almost overloaded brain slowed down for a few seconds before it resumed operation.
"Leca is Caucasian, a little fat, with reddish-brown curly hair, Mediterranean style, likes to wear colorful floral shirts, and has a prosthetic right hand."
"Oh, I remembered it."
Sparks nodded and asked Mo Fan, "If I say it was intentional, what are you going to do? Revenge him?"
Mo Fan waved his hand, "How is it possible? Thanks to you killing him, I received my first commission. How can we have a grudge? We just want to discuss whether we can let my client go."
Sparks turned the wine glass and said slowly:
"The band that came on stage that day sang the Warhammer song. They understood the spirit of the song and it was very flavorful. I was very happy to hear it."
"Then what?"
"Then I heard the music of that man named Leka, who insulted Warhammer, and Warhammer himself. I don't remember what he said specifically, but it was generally because of Warhammer that his life became more unsatisfactory."
"understood."
Mo Fan now understood the ins and outs. Sparks could spend hundreds of thousands to buy virtual ghost coins, and he was definitely a fan of Warhammer.
And he is the type who likes to use his hands but not his mouth.
Porter's ex, who apparently drank too much and spoke out loud, caused a spark.
Sparks can instantly dispatch five security robots, rendering them unable to fire a single shot.
After getting familiar enough with the structure of the security robot, Mo Fan was confident that he could do this kind of marksmanship, but it would be difficult to do it with ease like the spark that day.
With Leka's level among EDs, he really couldn't draw his gun in front of Sparks.
Mo Fan pointed at Porter and ordered the bartender: "Bring a bottle of festive wine and put it on his account."
Turning his head, he looked relieved.
"Then the misunderstanding is resolved. My employer was previously worried that his predecessor was murdered, and that he would be the next target. Since it was not a murder, it is worth celebrating. I asked you for this bottle. I respect you for helping me find a job. .”
The wine was opened, and the bartender poured a glass each for Mo Fan and Sparks.
The bartender wanted to leave, but under Potter's resentful gaze, he poured him a drink.
Sparks took a sip of wine and said in a casual tone: "That man named Leka, someone really wants to kill him."
"How to say?"
"That night, when I was leaving the bar, a mysterious guy came up to me. He thrust a savings chip into my hand, said well done, and then left quickly."
"There are 10,000 federal coins in the chip, and I gave it to the lead singer that day."
